I wind my watch according to a white ship of Liburnija.
It is noon, my dearest one.
The waves and the sound of a siren which fades away in the haze of a midday calm sea.
The stone we used to sit on is wrapping in the foam, caressing and staring, just like me, at a deep blue.
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Fantastic poem and a very touching story behind it. I appriciate the lenght, because I believe some things deserve as many words as we are to gift them and to be retold forever and ever.
A good descriptive poem but too long! This being your first poem posted to this forum, I cordially welcome you here and look forward to seeing many more in the days to come.
A very touching story my friend!